I'm looking to bring focus to my Unwanted Ops members with some stories and backstage events. I want to start with Samantha Fox and like her partners, they are all Heels. So maybe Samantha can just interfere with someone's match and continuously tease/mess with them at random times until her victim calls her out.

Samantha likes to toy/trick her opponents for her own enjoyment, before finishing people off. She is also a secret daredevil and loves to take big gambles with high risk moves. If you …

Army left alone too long on the match - he's expecting some punishment now that he's vulnerable and she's on top, and boy, does he get it.

She flips him over, mounts his back, and starts to rain down heavy blows into his skull, battering it into the mat like a tent spike. He gets his hands up and covers the back of his head, but it doesn't do much good - he's in trouble, taking serious dain bramage. Headshots like this would be bad enough even from a weak opponent, and AOBA sure as hell isn't weak.

Placing one hand down, Army starts to push up with knees, trying to toss AOBA over his shoulder and get the furious fury off his back.

AOBA was raining down to punch the back of his head over and over with her rock hard fists, that would put his mind into a lot of trouble, messing his focus and senses she thought, he probably wouldnt be able to think properly until what she didnt expected when he pushes her off his back as she slip behind him, slowly the crimson eyes beauty getting up on her feet to look down at him, huffing for air. "Huff.... am I weak like you... think I am?"

Shes not only a good puncher but a kicker as well, waiting for him from behind so that he could stand up that leaves his head an easy target for her as she attempt to rear her right foot back and quickly swing it at him, going for a roundhouse kick that could send him to la-la land. "Hmph!"

Army would have answered the question if he could form sentences. At the mo'rnynhe could barely form thoughts.

He groaned when she got up, thinking about his next move - he could put her down easy, he was sure off it, it was just a matter of getting up, getting a few good hits, and drilling her like fucking Gurren Laggen.

At least, it should be. The kick to his head changed his tune.

Army fell on his back, reeling as the kick rocked his head like a hurricane.

AOBA so far getting the upper hand, slowly that is, and waiting for him to get up to his feet or at least halfway for his head an easy target for her to bring her foot to come right at him and kicking it hard roundhouse to knock him down to the mat. "Hmph!"

She pant a little before taking a short break letting herself to gain some stamina, knowing it isnt enough and he would serious need more beating as close as equal he did to her. She slowly moving toward to his body getting him to face up before sitting his chest, panting as she slowly popping her knuckles, her show her expressionless face. "Had enough.....?" He would try swinging her right hook to his left cheek and follow with her left hook for the right cheek, wanting to soften his face and messing his head some more.

Army started to sit up, groggy, only for him to feel something soft and sexy get down on his chest. Not the most unfamiliar feeling, really, but he was usually a lot more lucid for it and lot less in suffering. This was new.

"The fuck are you-" A punch rocked his face. Then another. His head was battered left and right, he could taste blood, and it didn't do wonders for his headache, either.

He spit to the side, splattering blood on the mat and looked back up at her, smirking. "Harder."

Sitting on his chest to look down at her opponent, he was tough but she wants to prove to him that she is much tougher, her body nearly broken thanks to the beaten he give her, the busty brawler smacking his face left and right only to get a respond is by hitting him harder, its like hinting her that her punches werent even that strong at all. "Hmmm...."

Her right fist tighten up and not showing any anger on her face, but her fist going to do the reaction instead, swinging her fist to hook his face more and more again, focusing her strength into the right fist instead, pounding him as she could, not letting it up. "Hmph!"

Oh, she is definitely doing damage - her swears one of the hooks loosens up his teeth, and he hopes the AFW had a good dental plan. Or any dental plan at all, really. Might be a good idea to check that, come to think of it.

For all the bravado, he's not going to just lay down and let her pulp his face - he shoots his leg up and tries catch her in the back with his knee, pushing his elbows and bucking up in the same motion, trying to toss her off once again. "Sorry, you want to ride on top, it's not gonna be in the ring."

Her punches were adding more pain to his face that sock him as much as she could, like taking a piece of a rock to hit him over and over to keep up to soften his face, but eventually, was too focused on hurting him that he surprised knee her from behind that rolled her right off of him, grunting that her back was attacked again, slowly pushing herself up as she could.

"Ngh.... hmph...." she only respond to him like that, no interested in whatever he have in mind except some fights. This time, she rather wait for him to get up so instead of wasting energy right at him right now, saving up for much more vicious strikes to the brawler. "You wont win... I will defeat you... by knockout..."

"Damn I must've hit you harder than I thought. You're having motherfucking delusions of grandeur."

Army started to get back up, but instead dashed forward before he completely rose, trying to plow straight into her and get on top, wrestling around in the classic sense - on solid feet, things were about even with them, he had to admit, but on the ground his weight was going to be a hard advantage for her to overcome - he wanted to see just how well she dealt with it.

AOBA feeling bit weary from the match, she havent felt like that in a long long time, not a good sign, probably putting a lot of effort just trying to break through his thick skin to at least get some damages, she wanted to keep up the strikes though right now waiting for him to get up and he was about halfway as she start moving her feet toward him, he suddenly lunge at her to take the busty brawler down to the mat with him on top. "Ungh.....!"

Groaning that hes weighting her down and couldnt move that well, she attempt to swing her fists at him, aiming for that abs and chest, working her way up toward to the head, hoping she could get some space between the two. "Get.... off...."